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spookysteddie · 4 months

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That Friday Night

Modern!Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Influencer!fem!reader

read part one here

18+ MINORSDNI

cw: alcohol, drugs (weed and cocaine), clubbing, slight Dom!Eddie if you squint, possessive!Eddie, swearing, pet names, oral (fem!receiving), light choking, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, edging, creampie. (let me know if I missed anything)

wc: 4.3k (I'm so sorry)

a/n: First of all, I want to thank every single person who liked, reblogged or made comments about part one. I was shitting myself posting it because (like I said) this is not an original thought. I'd read a few and it gave me this wave of inspiration. I am very proud of this part. It's also a little long (sorry sorry sorry I couldn't stop) . Also I don't think I'll be doing a tag list? When I used to do that no one on the list would like the fic and it was a lot of work. I hope that is okay? Let me know if you want more! I love and appreciate all of you!

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You weren’t the type of person who got shy. Your entire job is being in front of a camera, telling people what you like, what you wear, the type of music you listen to. You did brand deals and went on lots of trips with people you didn’t know. Public interaction was easy for you and you definitely enjoyed it.

But being personally invited to your favorite band's concert (even if you had tickets already) as their frontman's personal guest? It makes you weak in the knees.

Telling your team about the phone call went about as good as one would expect. Anna and Case frown at you while continuing to say ‘you could’ve let it go to voicemail and we could’ve handled it directly with his people. AND why did you have him send the information directly to you?’

They weren't necessarily wrong in being upset. There were plenty of ways a conversation like that could be twisted and fucked with, especially if, for whatever reason, someone was recording the phone call. It was very easy for them to manipulate and edit that kind of shit, and drama was the last thing you wanted.

However, the rest of the week went by without an issue. The gossip magazines had moved on to something else (though there were a few who continued to speculate about your non-relationship with Eddie. You did your deals, and kept yourself busy. And by the time Friday rolled around you were hardly nervous.

Or that’s what you kept telling yourself.

“Bell bottom star pants. Absolutely,” Hana says from her place on your bathroom counter, practically in the sink. “With that black leather top you love AND the red leather jacket. Oh! Oh! Oh! And the red boots!”

You put the outfit on, looking in the mirror, “you don’t think it’s too… stereotypical?”

Hana looks at you through the mirror, “no such thing. You look great.”

Hana was one of the few people in your life who’d tell you like it is. You could trust her to tell you if her gut feelings were off, or on. She was your best friend and one of the few people who weren’t just here for the exposure. She’s here to be your cheerleader and you were hers.

“Alright, let's get this going before I change my mind which I am two seconds away from doing.”

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You should’ve changed your mind.

You can hardly keep from throwing up as you're led by security to a private entrance. To get there you have to pass by their tour buses. All you can hear is loud music and whooping from inside. It’s clear they’re running around in there as the bus is rocking and all you can do is pray they don’t see you.

You’re far too sober for the interaction you’ll be having at this current time.

Unfortunately for you, the universe hates you. Just when you think you’re home free, the door opens, almost smacking you in the face.

“Don’t think you can get away that easy, Asher,” Eddie says as he looks down at you. His pupils are blown wide, clearly from whatever drug he’s consumed. More than likely cocaine and weed. His words aren’t slurred so he isn’t drunk, though he does have a beer bottle in his large hands.

God his hands, there have been many times where you’d imagine them wrapped around your throat, cutting off air as he fucks you like he hates you. You bet he could reach you even as he’s eating you out, he’s so tall and long.

You wish you could say the grin you shoot at him is fake, however with the way he’s looking at you, like he wants to devour and smother you, it's not. You feel like a fucking school girl who has a crush. Your heart pounds so fast in your chest and you swear everyone around you can hear it.

“We weren’t running away,” you say, voice a little breathier than you’d like. “Um this is my best friend-”

“Hana, nice to meet you,” he cuts you off. It’s then that you see his eyes get wide and you know he’s been stalking your profile. Not that you can say anything because you’ve done it… a lot. “I, uh, saw the instagram story you put up earlier.”

Hana smirks, “sure you did, big boy.” She pats his chest and is clearly much braver than you. That’s another thing about you and her, if one of you is feeling not confident, the other makes up for it. Like, on your own, asking for ketchup feels like cutting off a limb, but if she can't do it then it's up to you and vice versa.

Eddie scratches the back of his neck, his black t-shirt stretching over his wide shoulder, “want to join us? We have alcohol!”

“We would love that. Wouldn’t we?” Hana looks down at you with her brows raised, still taller than you in heels.

You nod, “yes. Yeah absolutely! Are we allowed to photograph in here?”

You know it’s a stupid thing to ask, but you also don’t want to take a photo of you and Hana and then not be able to post it. And what if you get photos with the rest of the band? Everyone already knows you’re going to be here. Just not… in this tour bus.

Eddie nods, holding out his hand, “you are allowed to do whatever you want, pretty girl. And if anyone has an issue, send them my way, yeah?” He kisses the hand you’ve placed in his before leading you up the stairs of his bus.

It's chaos in there, pure and utter chaos. You turn to look at Hana, silently telling her how insane this is. She nods slightly, but you see the grin on her face. Hana loves this stuff; the parties, the madness, all of it.

Eddie introduces you to the band, pulling you in closer by the waist. “You all need to be on your best behavior. No one touches her. Do you all understand me?” Your heart flutters at how serious he is and it instantly forces his bandmates eyes to fall to your feet. It’s impressive, actually.

Suddenly, a bottle of beer is in your hands, passed to you by Eddie. “Oh… thank you.” You can hardly look at him as a small smile forms on your lips. His attention makes you feel all kinds of funny inside, your stomach doing flips. You know you have to look at him eventually, but he’s just so pretty that it actually hurts.

“Um, so are you excited for your show?” This time you manage to actually drag your eyes to his. He smiles at you, his teeth so beautiful and perfect. It’s when he sits down that you realize that was a stupid question. Of course he’s excited. This is his actual job.

He leans forward, elbows resting on his knees as he looks up at you through his lashes, you could kiss him. But you don’t for obvious reasons. Reasons you can't really think of at the moment. Not when he’s looking at you like that. The beer bottle hangs in his right hand between his legs.

“Very. Not much comes close to the feeling I get when we’re on that stage.” He shakes his head, curly hair moving with him, “plus, being able to hear people sing my songs back to me is fucking incredible.”

His hand finds yours, pulling you a little closer. Eddie is testing the waters, you know this. Unfortunately for you, your brain can’t see through the cloud of lust. So, you let him pull you closer, sit you on his lap, and wrap an arm around you.

Your brain does catch up, quicker than expected. “It seems like it’d be incredible. I applaud you cause I could never do that. I have stage fright.”

He blinks up at you, “stage fright? Haven’t you done red carpet interviews and stuff?”

You shift a little, shrugging, “well yes. But that’s different.” You can't stop the awkward laugh that comes out of you. It was true, it was different. You weren’t exactly sure why but it was.

Eddie's thumb moves along your side slightly and it leaves goosebumps in its wake.

“I’m being honest, the lights are so bright that I can’t see everyone in the crowds. Mainly just the front rows. Makes it easier.”

Eddie puts his beer bottle on the ground by his feet before sitting up and grabbing a joint. He’s quiet as he lights it, puffing out smoke to get it going. “Want some?”

He holds the joint towards you, waiting for your answer. You’ve done this before at the frat houses at college. You’ve done it here and there in high school as well. This is second nature, but this time you’re nervous. What if you forget how to inhale? What if you throw up? Any number of things can happen.

Something happens inside you and your brain finally catches up to itself. A small stroke of confidence happens and without taking your eyes off of him, you lean forward, wrapping your lips around the joint and inhaling. His eyes stay locked on yours, his tongue wetting his lips. You pull back, slowly blowing out the smoke.

“Fuckin’ hell.” It comes out in a whisper and you know he didn’t mean to say it out loud. His eyes falling from your eyes, to your lips and back again.

God you want to kiss him. His pillowy lips would feel amazing against yours, you just know it. You start to lean into him, desperate to know if you’re right.

A bang on the door scares the fuck out of the both of you and Eddies boot knocks over his bottle. It’s a good thing he drank most of it, the contents not spilling on the plush carpet.

“Let’s get going guys. Put your dicks back in your pants, we have a show to do.” You know that voice, that’s their manager. He’s the one who called your people to make sure you had all the rules for this evening.

Photos are fine.

Everyone must be tagged.

Nothing negative.

Absolutely no photos of any white substances. Even if it’s sugar.

That last one would be hard considering it was on every flat surface in neat, clean lines.

You go to stand up, but Eddie stops you, his hand tightening on your hip. “Promise I’ll see ya after?”

You nod, “y-yeah of course.”

Before you know it, his lips are on yours. The kiss is soft, sweet and you don’t want it to end. In fact, you totally forget about all the other people in the room. Your hands find his face, pulling him closer as his tongue begs for permission. And once you grant it, it’s game over.

He tastes like beer and weed and cigarettes and you love it. You want more. You want to get closer.

But it’s not long before the door to his trailer opens up, his manager stepping into the bus. “I said get your dicks and tongues together. We cannot be late.”

…

By the time the show is over you barely have a voice, and you’re sure you’ve never been more turned on in your life. It might seem silly to say, but Eddie's kiss lingered the entire show and all you want is more.

Back stage the band is still running on adrenaline, drinking water for once to try and refuel for the rest of the night. The rest of the night being a club that they frequent. A club you don’t go to because of that exact reason.

“Ohhhhh! There's the prettiest girls I’ve ever laid eyes on!” Eddie's voice booms as security goes to double check you and Hana. “Hey! Leave them alone. They’re with me.”

Security stands back, hands raise like he knows it’ll cause more issues if he doesn’t. You almost feel bad for the poor guy, he was just trying to do his job. Like what if you had a bomb or something?

“C’mon we gotta get outta here.” He laces his fingers with yours before he pulls you along with him. You look over your shoulder, catching Hana's eyes.

Go! She mouths, hanging off Gareth's arm. I’ll meet you there!

And so, you go. Are you nervous? Yes absolutely. Are you going to pretend you aren’t and have some confidence? Yes. Fake it till you make it right?

Eddie opens the door to the car, extending a hand, “ladies first.”

You grin at him as you elegantly slide into the car, “wow. I didn’t know you were such a gentle man.” This time when you giggle, it's cute and self assured.

“Yes, I have been told my entire life that I look,” he slides in sucking in a soft, thinking breath, “mean and scary.”

“You look like a doberman but they’re precious babies.” You mean it too. He looks a little mean and scary, especially in the red lights of the stage. Not to mention the “devil music” (says the media) which can get a little dark. But that’s what makes it great, in your opinion. Plus, he does look like doberman. Like he could probably kill you but would actually not?

“‘Precious babies?’”

You nod, “mhm! I grew up with them. Very sweet and love kisses. Oh! And they each had their own comfort toys.”

“Then maybe I am one because I do love kisses.” He’s closer now, his breath fanning over your face. He still smells like beer and cigarettes mixed in with the smell of his cologne.

It’s your turn to close the gap and planting your lips on his. The kiss is hotter, more intense. One could argue it’s because of the alcohol swimming in your system that makes you so bold. You’re buzzed, but not drunk. It isn’t long before his hands are in your hair, tugging. It makes you moan in his mouth, opening up to him.

He sits back, his hands in your hair pulling you with him, making you sit in his lap. Your legs rest on either side of his hips, your cunt nestled right against the bulge in his pants. He couldn’t hide it even if he wanted to. You test the waters by rocking your hips, the friction being so sweet that you’re the one who lets out a moan.

“God, that is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.” He kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking as he goes. “Should record it and use it in our next song.”

You hum and grin, “I wouldn’t mind that. Always wanted to be in a song. Can’t sing though.”

He nips at your ear, “that’s my job baby.”

Eddie's large hand grips your hips, stopping your movements. You want to whine, you want to protest. You were so fucking close.

“We’ll save that for when we're back at my place.”

You grin and kiss along his jaw, “who says I’m going back to your place?”

“The way you were just grindin’ against my cock, angel.” He grins, “also with how you’re lookin’ at me.”

“And how am I looking at you? Hmm?”

“Like you want me to fuck you while your brain leaks out your cunt.”

You shudder at the crudeness of his words. No one has ever spoken to you like that and looked like him. The car stopping in front of the club saves you from trying to come up with an answer. One you know will either be embarrassing or non-existent.

He looks over at the paparazzi that is waiting and sighs, “are we going in together or…”

The decision you make is quick. If you’re going to do this, even for one night, you’re going to do it together and let them talk. You give him a quick kiss, “together. Give ‘em something to talk about, yeah?”

So, you do.

The second you’re out of the car, cameras flash and photographers call out a mix of your name and his and you can hardly understand what they’re saying. You don’t stop to pose, letting them only photograph you and him walking hand and hand. Give them crumbs as your manager says. Once you’re in the club, not even needing to show an ID or give a name.

From there the night happens in a blur. The band has the VIP section where bottles of expensive liquor are brought over by women dressed in a bikini. You know how much all of this costs (more than you can afford that’s for sure) but you also know that all of this is on Eddie and the bands tab. He’s told you six times.

So you drink. And you smoke. And you watch pretty white lines disappear, most of which disappear up Eddie's nose. Of course you take videos, vlogging your night and making sure to follow all the rules that were set prior to this meeting. Taking photos to remember the night. Hana is having a blast, taking shots like it’s her job and making out with Gareth in between. Of course she takes photos with you, sitting in your lap and giggling so much the photos come out blurry. But those are your favorite kinds of photos.

“Dance with me?” Eddie says in your ear over the music.

You take the shot that is in your hands, “lead the way.”

The second you’re surrounded by sweaty bodies you feel invisible. You’re sure someone has cameras on you and him but at the moment you don’t care.

Your hips move to the music, back against Eddie's chest while his hands explore your body. His lips move against your neck, sucking a dark mark into it that you know you’ll struggle to cover later. Again, you don’t care. What you do care about is the hardness that you feel against your back.

You spin around, grinning up at him. God he’s so fucking tall you have to tilt your head up a good bit to look at him.

“We should get out of here,” you say as he pulls you into him.

He smirks, “thought you weren’t coming back to my place sweetheart.”

“Seems I told a fib. Now, I need you to take me home and fuck me like you hate me.”

It’s all he needs before he’s grabbing you by the hand and pulling you out of the club. The car is there and he quickly pulls you into the back seat. Once those doors are closed, the window tint so dark you couldn’t see inside if you tried, his mouth his on yours. Your stomach flips and the neediness you feel coming off of him. He pulls you till you’re straddling him, legs on either side of his hips. Not really the safest but at this point, all you need is his lips on you.

The ride to Eddie’s consists of lots of kissing, so much so that you know your lips are swollen. You don’t get to see much of Eddie’s house, too focused on getting inside the house and into his bedroom. He drags you up the stairs, your hand is his. And once you’re in his room, he has you pressed up against his bedroom door.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby.” Eddie pushes your jacket off your shoulders while he speaks, his words going straight to your clit. Your mind can barely comprehend that Eddie Munson, the man you’ve had a crush on since they were considered an ‘underground band,’ is currently taking off your clothes.

You do the same to him, pushing his leather jacket to the ground before tugging at the ends of his shirt and pulling it over his head. “Me? You are so beautiful.”

He hums, popping the button on your jeans, “should we take a poll on who's prettier? Winner takes the loser on a date?”

That makes you laugh, “sounds like a deal. But first, you need to fuck me.”

His eyes nearly go black at that and before you can think, he’s throwing you on this bed. You land with a small oomph. You decide to take a little initiative, pulling off your boots, scooting off your pants and pulling off your top.

Eddie watches, rapt and almost possessed, his eyes scanning your partially naked body. It’s not anything more than someone would see if you posted in a bathing suit, but you can’t help but feel nervous that he isn’t going to like you.

He quickly puts those fears (fears he knows nothing about) to rest as he settles between your legs. His eyes don’t leave yours as he kisses up your thighs. You know there is a wet patch on your underwear and you know he can see it. You do feel embarrassed about it, but at the same time, Eddie is slightly rutting against the bed so he must like it. Right?

You can feel your body heat as he gets closer and closer to your center.

“Eddie, please don’t tease me.” Never have you begged a man. Typically whoever you were in bed with did the begging, much to your dislike. You were desperate for someone to take charge. Now you know why they didn’t. One bruise and they get shit from all your followers. Even if you tell them to leave these men alone.

But Eddie? He wasn’t afraid.

“But it’s so much fun to watch you squirm.”

You huff, squirming exactly like he said as he sits up to pull your underwear down your legs before setting back between them. “Need you to touch me.”

He licks a stripe up your slit, sucking on your clit as he gets to the top. The sound that falls from your lips is beautiful, sweeter than the sound you made in the car. Now Eddie really wants to put you in a song, but the jealous, primal side of him never wants someone else to be able to hear your moans.

In fact, he doesn’t want to think about any of the other men who’ve heard you make these sounds. Murder wasn't really on his list of things he enjoyed. Bar fights? Yes. Murder? No.

“You make the prettiest sounds, sweetheart. S’very hot.” He slides two fingers inside you with little resistance, curling them up to hit the spongy spot inside you. The stretch feels good, your hips moving on their own, riding Eddie's fingers.

You're close, the build up of this moment really getting closer than you originally thought. “Squeezin’ my fingers so tight, baby. Are you close?”

You nod, afraid if you speak you’ll say something ridiculous.

But that isn’t good enough for Eddie. “Words.”

“V-very.”

That was clearly the wrong thing to say because he pulls his fingers from inside you, the emptiness making you gasp, “no! No, no, no I was so close!”

He laughs as he pushes his pants and boxers off his body. “Exactly. Want you to cum with my cock inside you.”

You look down between your bodies and your eyes widen. He was big and you accidentally voice what you’re thinking, “fuck… not gonna fit.”

His laugh drags your eyes back to him, his cock moving through your slick and bumping your clit. “Baby you are so wet that I have no doubt it’ll fit.”

You don’t have time to be embarrassed about it because Eddie is pushing inside you. The size of him stretching you makes you feel like he’s going to split you in half. But you don’t care, the burn just turns you on more and more and before you know it he’s seated inside you fully.

“Fuck, Eddie.”

Eddie is panting, trying to keep still so he doesn’t cum before he wants to. “Feel so fuckin’ good, sweetheart. A man could become obsessed with this pussy.”

He moves right as you begin to speak, nearly knocking the air out of your lungs. He feels like he’s everywhere. “W-witchcraft”

He fucks you harder, his cock hitting your cervix. You’re definitely going to have a bruise there but it's so worth it.

“Didn’t know you were into dark shit. S’my schtick.”

You wrap your legs around him, orgasm building again, “more alike than you originally thought huh?”

He wraps a tattooed hand around your throat, squeezing gently and making your head spin, “oh, angel, I knew how alike we were the second you told everyone how bad you wanted to fuck me.”

“C-can you blame me? Knew you’d fuck me just h-how I like.”

You clench around him making him hiss, “yeah you need someone who will take control huh?”

The hand around your neck slides down your body till he finds your clit, circling it.

“Oh god! Please.”

“I can get used to you prayin’ to me.” His thrusts are losing rhythm (something he’s usually very good at keeping) and you know he’s close. “Cum baby. I need it.”

And it’s all you need to fall over the cliff and into bliss. He follows you, coming inside you while you squeeze around him. You both moan each other's names and you sigh as you come down.

Eddie breaks the silence first, “that was… amazing.”

You hum in agreement as he slides out of you and curls up beside you. You take a moment before getting up and cleaning up in the bathroom. When you come back Eddie has left out an old Corroded Coffin t-shirt and some boxers. And once they’re on, you slide back into his bed, laying your head on his chest.

“We should put that poll up, huh? I’m itching to win this bet.” Eddie laughs as he says it and before you know it, you two are finding a photo the both of you like and posting it on your story with the caption, ‘which one is prettier? Honesty is the best policy.’

“And now… we wait.”

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stupd000 · 3 months

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Angel is stuck between worlds.

They love David, They love Asher and Milo, and Sweetheart, and Baabe. They would do anything for them. But there’s a gap between them. Because they’re human.

Angel loves their friends, the friends they’ve known their entire lives. Their unempowered friends.

There’s a gap between both groups. Angel can never tell their friends about half of their life. They can never know about the pack, or the solstices or the drama or any of the traumatic events and when their friends ask what’s wrong, they can’t say anything. They have to make something up or they have to lie and say it’s fine.

Angel only knows the pack through David. They love the pack, they’d do anything for them but they can only know half of Angel. They can’t understand this weird middle space that they’re in because they have empowered friends.

Angel gets stuck in this weird middle area. Even with David it seems like there are things that nobody but them will understand.

#this could also apply to baabe💀#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted audios #redacted david #redacted angel

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pandoraroid · 12 days

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redacted filipino hcs & thoughts! lol

mostly about shaw pack + vamps + guy&honey

inpsired by @erial-c nahiya akong itag ka pero hiiii po

the trivia and translations are probably not accurate 🧍‍♀️please forgive my very scattered brain thoughts

darlin probably does arnis. it's why they fight like a menace 😈 sam has never known peace since he's seen em wield an ital

arnis - a ph martial art

itak - a bolo sword(?)

asher doesn't call milo "tol" bc he's not tall /j

"tol" is like the equivalent of "dude" as in a way of calling your friend

lovely & darlin would probably call vincent & sam their asawang (gets niyo ba asawa + aswang)

asawa means spouse or wife or husband

aswang is a ph mythological creature. different sources tell different things but what is mostly agreed upon is that (1) they're nocturnal (2) they usually pretend to be humans in the day time if not (3) they hide in the woods (4) they prey on children, pregnant women (specifically for their unborn child), and maybe new borns. they often get lumped with vampires though i'm not too sure how accurate that is.

aspins have a very special place in darlin's heart. sam's cabin in the woods usually have attract lots of them and they never had the heart to turn them away. in a way too, they know what it's like to being wild, dirty, street dog.

aspin - a dog breed in the ph that is sort of a mix of other breeds. they often get a bad rep for being street dogs and not having a particular breed.

vincent n his cars get featured a lot in those carspotting around manila tiktoks. whenever lovely finds em they make sure to send those to vincent lol

(this is me also hoping that vincent gets to keep at least few of them when they leave the house of solaire)

not entirely sure how the entire mate thing would translate into ph culture but even with all that david & asher would insist on doing things properly before marriage - they would mamanhikan to their partner's parents respectively hehehe

mamanhikan or pamamanhikan is a like a traditional practice of going to the fiancee's family's house and asking for their hand in marriage lol.

whenever they drive down shaw boulevard, the pack would turn to david and go "taga dito ka di ba?" or something to that effect HAHAHAHHA

"taga-dito ka 'di ba?" = "you're from (around) here, right?"

angel know it's general cleaning morning whenever david is blasting opm songs or old timey songs around their house.

asher would take panliligaw very seriously!!!!! magpapaalam sa magulang lagi ni baabe paglalabas sila!!! aabangan niya after work si baabe tapos "sabay na raw sila umuwi" galawan mo asher talbot !!!! dyan ka magaling !!!! and ofc it never stopped kahit naging sila na ni baabe :)))

panliligaw or ligaw is a more traditional pre-dating courting stage in a relationship. lol

marie has definitely said to david & asher & milo & darlin at some point na "kakaselpon niyo yan". it doesn't matter that they're adults.

"kakaselpon niyo yan" = "it's because of that (damn) phone"

this one is a bit more in general: vampire houses have THE filipino family drama. territory/progeny disputes? grudges? backstabbing? been there done that.

speaking of vamps: pre-turning, sam was once an altar boy (darlin: hahaha samkristan)

speaking of sam (again): pre-turning, he has a picture in baguio, riding a horse & wearing a cowboy hat. when darlin found it they couldn't stop staring at it for a loong while.

sweetheart LOVES singing. marie loves having them over for karaoke.

marie would drag milo's ahh every night for simbang gabi.

simbang gabi - mass service for the nine nights leading up to christmas eve.

guy's filipino nickname would be "totoy"

"totoy" is another way of refering to a younger male. addtionally, it's also often used as a euphism for a dick HAHAJAHA

guy definitely has a tiktok acct tapos don siya nagpaparinig kay honey HAHAHAHA lagi niyang kinakanta "crush" by tweens of pop

guy always does those cheesy, poetry pick up line jokes to honey like:

"cheese, cheese, cheese. gusto kita i-keese (read: kiss)"

"mga 6 out of 10. medyo pilit yung rhyme"

"honey naman 😭😓"

translation:

"cheese, cheese, cheese. i want to give you a k-eese."

"a 6 out of 10. the rhyming was a bit forced."

"honey, c'mon 😭😓."

guy and honey are definitely oa x nonchalant pairings but may i also suggest na they are jeje x pogi typings. they both definitely have kanal humor though HAHAHA

- after returning to the pack, darlin couldnt help but cry tear up after marie called them "anak" again

anak = child

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annahxredaxted · 10 months

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Sleep tight.

Characters: David/Angel

Tw: cussing, angels frustrated and tired.

Short n sweet

•••

It had been one of the longest days Angel had in a while, they had to work overtime, and they were beat, it was a 12 hour day and they just wanted to get home and snuggle up with their fiancé.

They arrived home, the soft patter of rain on the windows soothed them for a bit, but their “soothed” was about to become undone.

They glanced over to see the couch, and next to it was a laundry basket, A full laundry basket mind you, they distinctly remembered reminding David that they would greatly appreciate it if he were to do the laundry today, and he said he would. But he didn’t. That frustrated them.

They set their bag down, and kicked off their shoes.

They sighed, making way upstairs, to slightly hear David on the phone with someone.

Sounded like Asher the way he was talking, carefree and loose. He didn’t talk that way with most people, he was always so concerned with upholding his reputation as pack alpha that he didn’t often goof off, unless of course he was with a select few of people.

Angel walked into their bedroom to see David playing video games, talking to Asher, obviously. They opened the door all the way, looking at David, he saw them and made a smile of relief.

“Asher I got to go.” He said before hanging up and standing to meet his mate.

“Hi.” He said smiling , taking them in for a hug. They practically melted against him, their back Turning into mush.

“Davey..” they muttered, sighing once more, but being caught of guard with the comfort his touch provided them.

He hummed in acknowledgment, looking down to see their slight frown.

“I thought you were gonna do the laundry today.” They said, almost asking.

His eyes shot open, as he too remembered the prior morning of them asking him to do it, because their pjs were in there.

“Oh angel, I’m sorry- I must have forgotten, I was gonna get to it but I kept putting it off.” He explained, walking over to their shared closet to see if he had any makeshift pjs they could use.

They nodded, understanding but still frustrated. They had a long day, and could barely keep their eyes open, their hair was messy and damp from the rain outside and their muscles were killing them, all they wanted was to lay down in their comfy clothes but they couldn’t because he forgot to do the goddam—

They caught themselves before even thinking the wrong thing, they didn’t want to stir up Any drama tonight but they were just so frustrated. And it felt stupid to be so frustrated because he said he’d just forgotten. And it’s not his fault per say.

Angel was so tired and they almost fell asleep right there- they weren’t in the right state of mind, and David realized that, he grabbed the hoodie of his They liked and handed it to them, but they felt as they could barely move

They mumbled something along the lines of ‘help please’ and david smiled. He adhered to them quickly.

After all their clothes were off he slipped the hoodie on them. They pulled their hands up to tug on the hair tie holding up their rats nest people call hair.

After that David lifted them gently, he placed them on their side of the bed, grabbing their glasses and setting them on the bedside table. He covered them up.

After they were all situated He placed a quick peck on their tired cheek, it was cold, but they slightly smiled when he did, the blush from the affection warming them.

He just kinda hovered by them for a minute, after their eyes fluttered closed and their breathing evened out, he joined them in the bed.

He always admired them when they went to sleep— as creepy as it may sound, unless of course he fell asleep first. But he loved seeing them so at ease, and peaceful. They were so beautiful.

They’re a very hyper person. And while David hates to admit that it’s one of his favorite traits of them, it is. He loves how they talk his ear off and attempt to annoy the shit out of him. But he also loved when their still, breathing soundly and not having a care in the world.

It put him at ease to know he could have that kind of effect on them; the one to calm them and comfort and nurture them.

David came up behind them, holding them close and warmly. Their skin felt soft under his touch. They sunk into him as he leant down to whisper in their ear.

“I love you, Angel.” He muttered, kissing their cheek after.

They mumbled something likewise back, He chuckled quietly, as the two of them drifted off to sleep.

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romirola · 9 months

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Balancing Act: A Redactedverse Fanfic (Chapter 1/18)

READ CHAPTER 1 OF BALANCING ACT ON AO3!

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Rating: T; WC: ~75K over 18 chapters

Note and Thank You Shoutouts: It’s here. It’s here! IT’S HERE! The Redactedverse power swap fic is finally here and ready to share with you all! I’ve been steadily working on this fic for months, barely able to contain myself as I shared the occasional snippet on Tumblr. I can’t tell you how much joy it brings me to contribute this long labor of love to the fandom. Before I kick things off, I want to give some special shoutouts to the wonderful people who let me incorporate their creativity into this story: @claracatlady, for Bob, William’s spoiled ragdoll cat; @pinksparkl, for suggesting Anaia be a panther shifter; @floofdeloop, for Asher’s surname “O’Connell” and his parents’ names, Ciaran and Áine; @frenchiefitzhere, for use of the Dahlia Academy for Magical Novices Alma-Mater Song; @gwenifred , for use of the character, Dani; @palilious, for use of the character, Manu; @itsdaifuku for letting me adapt this art into a textual moment; and @pycth for Zephyr, Lasko’s and his partner’s pet blue jay. Check out their amazing work if you haven’t already. Another thank you to everyone who showed support and excitement for this story during my months of writing it. One last deep and heartfelt thank you to anyone who chooses to read this story. I truly hope you enjoy. As always, any and all feedback is welcome and encouraged.

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Looking for more info about this fic? Find a list of characters and tags at the above AO3 link or below the cut. Still have questions? Feel free to reach out to me! Ready to read? Then let’s go, because there is a lot of story to tell...

Characters: David, Angel, Asher, Babe, Milo, Sweetheart, Darling, Sam, Cutie, Huxley, Marie Greer, William Solaire, Starlight, Lasko, Damien, Geordi, Freelancer, Aaron, Gabe Shaw, Colm Greer, Aggro

Tags: Drama, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Love, Support, Trust, Communication, Friendship, Fluff, Banter, Suspense, Action, Adventure, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Guilt, Mates in Love, Relationship Growth, Memories, Healing, Character Growth, Happy Ending, Power Swap, Vernal Equinox, Exchange Ritual, Unempowered David, Shifter Angel, Smol-Wolf Asher, Vampire Babe, Big-Wolf Milo, Telepath Sweetheart, Unempowered Sam, Earth-Elemental Darling, D.U.M.P. is a Toxic Workplace, Vampire Discrimination, Negative Self-Talk, Consensual Trancing, Consensual Blood Drinking, Rival Pegasus Shifter Group, Mate Bond, Child Stealth, Magneto-Energetic Attack, Humor, Bonfire, All Listener Characters are Gender Neutral, Pack Anniversary Party, Pack Dynamics, Pack Bonding, Adult Language, Humor, Bonfire

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damnknoxandothernonsense · 1 year

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knox’s teacher AU

David is a principal.

He scares all of the students because of his scheer size and general scariness of him. However, the moment a student comes up to him with an issue, he is doing everything in his power to help them. He is secretly a softy. His office is actually quite comforting.

additionally, Angel is the secretary that everyone likes, they have candy in a bowl for anyone that comes in. David acts like he is irritated with them, but they are secretly engaged (they wear the ring on a necklace). The students keep trying to set them up.

Asher is the Physical Education teacher.

He is specifically the one that everyone likes. Class with him isn’t a competition. It is a matter of not sitting on the sidelines. He makes it a safe space for all people of all types. Asher goes and argues the fact that “benchmark testing” in gym is beyond idiotic and has no measurement on how much a kid improves. He refuses to do any tests related to that. preac

Milo is the tech ed teacher.

He without a doubt refuses to go by “Mr. Greer”. He specifically tells the kids to call him Milo. David isn’t pleased with that, but when Milo says that “Mr. Greer” sounds like his dad. David doesn’t argue after that point. He lets the kids have creative liberty over their projects when they get to a certain point in their skills.

Lasko is an English teacher.

Lasko teaches specifically creative writing. He has lamps all over his room because he understands that LED lights trigger headaches. He has one of the aesthetic, cozy rooms. He constantly has kids in there hanging out and making themselves at home. He has a drawer full of a variety of drinks and snacks for his kids. He wants them all to be aware that he is a safe space.

Huxley is an Environmental/Biology teacher.

Hux is the kind of science teacher that is able to explain the different concepts in understandable ways. Rather than explaining it in the long winded terminology, he does projects and experiments to better cement his lessons in the classroom. He isn’t judgemental and has the most easy going personality. Every school in the area has tried to get him to transfer at some point. Not a single one has been successful.

Gavin is the health/anatomy teacher.

Okay, everyone knew that this was happening. However, he is honestly the best to fulfill this role. He would be able to handle it without making it uncomfortable. Gavin goes over consent, in fact it is the first topic discussed within his class. He teaches inclusive sex ed courses, as well as actual sex ed and offers ways to be safe. He is blunt about it, but he still makes jokes about things to lighten the mood. I wish I had him for sex ed instead

Damien is a math teacher

He likes definite answers. He likes certainty that comes along with math. There is rarely more than one right answer while everyone is scared of him at first, they realize that he is a lot like David. They seem so harsh at first and rough, but once they open up they are just big softies. He focuses more on the impact he has on his students and providing a positive role model rather than following the curriculum. Makes deals with his students for movie days for good grades on exams.

Guy is a theater teacher.

Tell me where i am wrong with this? I dare you to tell me I am wrong. He is the most qualified to be licensed drama queen and teach his students how to do it. He is not a theater kid, he is a kid in theater. There is a difference. He also plays the most fun acting games, not the uncomfortable cringy games that makes everyone hate acting classes. I would love him. He would have fun projects too, he would make options because not everyone wants to be in theater. He would also be super open and just tell his class every little detail. He would always have a coffee too.

Geordi is the on-campus therapist.

Offers so many actually helpful things not just “have you tried drinking water?”. Offers a safe space for students, allowing them to speak out without any sort of judgment. Would offer hugs if the kid is okay with it, because you can’t tell me that he wouldn’t be so comforting. He is close to the students’ age and is able to relate to them all with some of the experiences and actually gives good advice, is willing to sit down with parents/teachers to sort issues out. Checks in on students, plans fun events.

Elliot is an art teacher.

He loves clay and making non traditional things. He teaches the basics, but then he loves to see what the kids create. He does not grade based off of skill, but instead on how much effort they put into their projects. He also loves a good laugh with projects, and has students pick the music. At the end of the year, he presents the spotify wrapped so they are aware of the really interesting music taste that they all have. He is like a big brother to most of the kids.

Sam is the school nurse.

First of all, he has a room dedicated to those students that are sleep deprived. Would take so many classes to make sure he is up to date on different medical information as well as different signs for bad situations. Has protection in his office to give out in order to prevent teenage pregnancy. Has so many things for periods too because he understands how much those things are and he knows that not everyone comes prepared. He always looks so cozy. No judgment passed.

Vincent is history teacher.

He makes it interesting, like he sticks to the curriculum, going over the basics and vital information because he has to. However, he also has “Weird History Wednesdays” where he teaches events in history that are really weird. Makes it into a game, where he groups up the students and they have to guess what happens next. The prize is opting out of an homework assignment. He spends hours setting up teams. Has an organized spreadsheet. Yes this is based off of Puppet History. Don’t judge me.

Avior is the physics and astrology teacher:

He loves space, would take field trips to the nearby observatory. He would be the teacher that even the “outcasts” because he is able to make it such a fun environment. Refuses to give individual tests, instead gives group projects and group tests. He makes sure that everyone participates and ensures that it is a safespace. He teaches classes on the stories on the different constellations as well to break it up from the more serious class work.

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washa · 5 months

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I listened to Friendsgiving audio and here’s my favourite personal comments/thoughts!

Lasko being late?? Again?? Honey you’ll be rivalling Asher at this rate 😭

Who is he talking to? Like which listener?? I’m just gonna assume it’s coworker.

Oh nvm it is Coworker 🙏 Yes i’m very excited to meet them too.

AWH YOU CAN HEAR HIS SMILE IN THE “I’m glad!” FWEHJJ

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HIII DAMIEN

Lmfao why’d he sound so surprised to see Coworker? I mean who else would they be coming with?? Huxley???

“And you decided to come anyway, Blink twice if you need help.” Thanks Damien, I’ll keep that in mind 🙌

I like how he’s talking about Huxley like he’s some sort of spawn of devil destined to ruin his life when it’s literally his boyfriend.

It is for your own good, last audio you nearly burst a blood vessel Damien.

Why is he saying it like it’s a bad thing?? Relax babes.

GAVINNN HIII OH MY GOD OF COURSE THAT’S THE FIRST THING COWORKER HEARS FROM GAVIN

I love the sigh of frustration from Damien.

“Ooh, It’s been awhile since I was called the devil. Are you looking to make a deal wildfire?” GAVIN

LASKO PLEASE, I’m so happy he’s more snarky.

Me cro wai vey. Of course Damien brings that up.

“No he’s not.” HELP THE WAY THEY BOTH SAY IT AT THE SAME TIME LMFAO

God Damien is such a drama queen. Yeah let’s play some mario kart.

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Huxley. Is it black/grey or clear?? What do you mean is that steam or smoke???

Damien sounds like an asian mom, I’m crying 😭

“Huxley, Open the door.” You were meant to be mine, I was meant to be yours! (The girls who get it, get it. The girls who don’t, don’t.)

Damien please sit down, Gavin please shut.

I love how Coworkers first interaction of DamiHux is Damien pleading for Huxley to open a kitchen door.

“No can do baby.” URGH STOP IT.

Wait, isn't this the same song that was playing when Gavin and Damien were talking about him and Hux in the coming out video. Livin’ On a Prayer is a DamiHux song canon.

THAT’S WHAT I'M SAYING LASKO, THERE'S NO WAY IT ISN'T.

Huxley you softie, he’s probably gonna shove right pass you and go cook 😭

NOO NOT THE ROLLS, Nevermind he gets shoved out immediately. His whinging, god he’s suffering out there. He’s like a dejected puppy.

“Oh my god he’s losing his mind.” Huxley, that's the love of your life out there.

They’re both delusional. It will not be good in the end. 😕

Awh Huxley, yes we love baby steps. OH MY GOD WHAT. DURING WHAT NOW 😨

Tbf yeah Freelancer is the last person to worry about when talking about your sex life 😭

Ay no worries, Love ya. YES HUGSS. OH SHIT WHOOPS.

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Yes, let's sneak into the kitchen like some sort of reboot version of Spy Kids.

Damien’s pleading his case right now, Take a break bro, You’re going through the stages of grief rn 😭

“I’m beating you again Damien look at the TV come on.” Why did he say that so sexily, what the fuck 😕

HELP HE JUST OPENED THE DOOR RIGHT AWAY.

Awh Huxley is so sweet, Yes I do hugs you big baby 💕

“Lasko gets such a big smile on his face anytime he talks about you, And anybody that can make a guy as sweet as him happy is great in my book.” STOP IT, YOU’RE SO FUCKING ADORABLE OHKJLKJF

Freelancer? That’s me though?? HELP WHY IS IT SILENT 😭😭

Yeah I bet we’re hitting it off, can’t hear shit but yeah 😇

Bless Lasko, please do help him with the cooking.

Are we talking right now? HOW LONG IS THE SILENCE.

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Gavin and Damien have such a funny dynamic, love em both.

“I think you and I have very different ideas of revenge.” “I bet in this case they’re more similar than you think.” Glaring at the HBA bonus audio rn.

I can’t tell if Lasko’s being truthful or just polite. 👎

Oh Damien approves, We’re in the clear then!

LMFAO OK?? Huxley uses a pickup truck canon.

“And if you ever lock me out of the kitchen again, I’m setting your truck on fire.” “Awh, There’s my man!” MY LITTLE SRUNKLIES ADORABLE

For a second I thought Huxley was gonna say Mate and my brain just did a reboot.

Yippee a toast! Here here! OH MY GOD HUXLEY YOU’RE RIGHT.

WE’RE LIKE AVATAR 🙏🙏

“We can make a really destructive Orgy?” LASKO LMFAO WHAT BABES YOU’RE LOVER AND BOO THANG IS RIGHT THERE.

Actually no, Coworker probably fell in love with him more.

Yes, I'm very happy to be here Damien.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #I think this a sign for the summit actually #the summits gonna be a nightmare.#redacted friendsgiving #redacted damn crew #redacted damien #redacted huxley #redacted lasko #redacted dear #redacted coworker #redacted freelancer #redacted gavin #washa rants!!

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dominimoonbeam · 7 months

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Holding Out for a Hero - 7

The DASHLIN bodyguard drama continues!

I know a bunch of people said the last chapter that ended with the "can I kiss you?" moment was STRESSFUL and honestly I don't know if this one is going to be helpful or just more stressful but I love you! Remember that!

If you want to read it from the start it's on ao3.

David/Asher/Darlin. No magic. Bodyguard AU where David is the rockstar, Darlin is the manager, and Asher is the bodyguard.

tags: light angst, longing, communication needs to happen, darlin has an abusive ex, scars, blood, idiots getting together

Holding Out for a Hero - 7

David glared at Asher. He was glad he had been glaring before he said what he said because it was easy to hold and so much better than the dumbfounded reboot his brain was doing right now.

“Can I kiss you?”

Heat burned David’s face, his heart beat faster, and it strained under the sick feeling that Asher wasn't the sort of person he’d thought he was. “Are you really going to be a dick about this?”

Asher stayed right where he was, knee planted on the bench seat beside David, touching his thigh, looking down at him. “I’m not joking, David. I’m asking.”

The sick feeling was gone, replaced by something else. Panic? Yeah, this felt like panic. No one had ever kissed David because David hadn’t kissed anyone, and everyone expected him to make the move. He knew why. It wasn’t an accident that he acted the way he did. He’d never liked people he didn’t know touching him and the people he did know, the ones who got close, were never that sort of relationship.

His mind tried to think about Darlin but he pushed that away. It had never happened.

David forced a thin laugh and rolled his eyes, looking away toward the deeply tinted windows. “Why? You think it would be funny?”

“I told you it wasn’t a joke,” Asher reminded. “But you had sort of a bullshit first kiss. You should get a do-over.”

“That’s not how things work.”

“How would you know?”

David frowned up at him again, eyes narrow because again he wasn’t sure if he was being mocked.

“If you don’t want to, just say so.”

David’s frown smoothed out, gone. Asher was serious. He was patient and calm and looking down at him with something heavy in his eyes. Want? David had seen plenty of people want him before, but they’d never been anyone that knew him, not really. To be fair, there were very few people who actually knew him.

Asher was still waiting, like this stretch of time wasn’t awkward at all.

David nodded once, cutting his gaze away stubbornly when heat climbed his cheeks again. Fuck.

Asher touched the side of his neck, first with fingers tips and then slowly sliding his palm to skin. David’s breath came faster. He still couldn’t look at him. What was he supposed to do? His heart was pounding and his skin felt electric everywhere Asher’s touch moved. It wasn’t that pins and needles feeling he got when strangers grabbed at him or bumped into him. It was exciting. His hand slid up to his jaw, until he was tipping David’s head back, his thumb brushing under his bottom lip.

Asher leaned down, until his face was close, until David could feel his breath on his lips. “Okay?” Asher asked with that infinite patience.

Fuck. “Yeah.”

Asher kissed him.

The first one was so soft, just the press of lips to his, only it didn’t break away. Asher kissed his upper lip, and then his lower lip, the slightest pause between each press. Unhurried, but without hesitation. And then he kissed him full on the lips again.

David had never felt light-headed in his whole damn life, but suddenly he was really glad he was sitting. He wanted to touch but he hesitated, overthinking it to the point of inaction.

Asher’s tongue brushed the seam of his lips, fingers gentle pressure points against the back of his neck. David opened and fought back a moan when Asher tongued him slowly, teasing. David pushed his tongue into Asher’s mouth in a bold moment of want and Asher moaned, sucking.

The kiss broke but Asher didn’t let go or lean back, just giving enough space to look at each other. “Better than the stranger?” he asked.

For a split-second David didn’t know what he was talking about. He’d actually forgotten. But this was nothing like that. “Definitely.”

Asher smiled, like he’d actually been unsure what David’s answer would be.

The bus door whooshed open.

Asher let go of him and slid back a few more inches. He pulled a bag of fries from the box on the table and stepped back just as Darlin came up the stairs, smirking at David when he crammed some of those fries into his mouth.

David stared for another second. His first kiss.

The engine on the bus hummed. “I’m showering,” Darlin said, sounding angry. He wondered if one of the vendors had pissed them off or if they were running late.

Asher stepped back again, leaning against the counter to give Darlin room to walk between him and where David was sitting.

They watched each other while Darlin shed a couple layers, grabbed a towel, and then went into the shower.

The door closed and they both just watched each other, slowly smiling.

When the shower turned on, Asher came closer, putting the fries down and pretending to look at the other food options in the box. “Again?” he asked, biting at the corner of his mouth like he was trying to stop smirking.

David grabbed his hip and pulled him back into the booth, this time with Asher straddling his lap when they kissed. His hands roamed up Asher’s sides, and Asher’s moved over his shoulders, the back of his neck, and in his hair. Between those frantic, eager kisses, David smiled. “You know this isn’t going to be a secret from Darlin, right?” he got the words out between the press of their lips, one of his hands sliding up into the back of Asher’s hair to tug gently.

Asher hummed, licking his upper lip.

“If you were getting off on the idea of sneaking around…”

Asher sat down in David’s lap and they both sucked in a breath. “Is it really that hard for you to believe I’m just into you?” Asher asked, voice huskier than David had imagined it could be. “I don’t want to come between you two or mess anything up. If this is just a few kisses between friends, that’s okay.”

David tried to puzzle out the man in his lap. “I think we’re past a few…”

Asher smiled and slid off his lap, deeper into the booth, leaving one leg across his thighs. “How long have you been in love with Darlin?”

David groaned, scrubbing a hand over his face. Why did Asher see everything?

Asher bit his lip, nodding. “Okay. I’ll help.”

David raised an eyebrow and looked at the man next to him, his hand still on Asher’s thigh across his lap. “Help with what?”

“I’ll help you two get together.” Asher smiled but it didn’t quite reach his eyes, not really. Like he was being rejected but taking it incredibly well.

Holy shit, that was exactly what Asher thought was happening. Had he offered something casual because he thought David would rather and then he’d offered nothing more than this interaction for the same reason. And now? Now he was offering to help get him and Darlin together. “Bodyguard and match maker?”

“And first kiss,” Asher reminded with a wink, reaching into the box of food and pulling out a sandwich at random.

The shower stopped.

Asher shifted to sit upright and move his leg off of David, but David didn’t let go of his thigh, squeezing gently to keep him where he was. That gaze returned to his with a question.

David sighed. He’d never talked to anyone about any of these things before… “I’ve liked Darlin forever,” he tried to explain.

“It’s kind of obvious, big guy.” Asher smirked. “And I don’t blame you. You guys are like one good nudge away from shacking up. Don’t worry. I’ve got—”

“I like you too.”

Asher’s words stopped short. For long seconds the bus hummed along the highway and they didn’t move or say anything.

The bathroom door opened, letting out a little plume of steam. Darlin sighed, shaking out wet hair and tossing some laundry to the back of the bus. They pulled on clean, soft clothes and padded down the length of the bus toward them. They seemed less stressed than they had been when they got on.

They glanced at the table and then grabbed more water bottles, putting them down before sitting across from David. Their knees bumped under the table and Darlin looked at him. They seemed like they were about to say something, probably about the show or the tour plans, when they stopped. “You, okay?”

David felt pretty damn great, actually. No idea how this was going to play out, but hopeful. “Yeah.” He uncapped one of the waters, taking a drink before putting it down closer to Darlin than himself. They took it up automatically.

Darlin glanced at Asher and then away, digging chicken tenders out of the box of food. “Sorry about earlier,” they grumbled. “You did what you could.”

David frowned, wondering what that was about.

Asher shrugged, unwrapping his sandwich. “It’s okay. I kissed David.”

Darlin coughed on fried chicken, eyes watering and hand thumping their chest. They chewed, swallowed, and stared at Asher. “What?”

Asher stared back. “You said I could.”

“The fuck I did!”

“Excuse me?” David snapped but neither of them seemed to notice.

“I said you could ask him out, not maul him!”

“Woah.” David would have probably shot up from his seat if he didn’t still have Asher’s leg across his lap.

Darlin shot up instead. “Get off of him!”

Asher winced and instead of arguing, he moved his leg off of David’s lap. “I didn’t maul him, Darlin. I’m just telling you—”

“You gave him permission to ask me out?” David seethed.

For the first time Darlin’s attention moved from Asher to David. The anger seeped away and they looked…caught? “Davey…”

“No. What the fuck? Since when do you decide that?”

Darlin chewed their lip.

“It wasn’t like that,” Asher said softly, suddenly coming to Darlin’s defense. “I asked if there was anything in my contract about not asking you out. It wasn’t like they personally gave me permission or anything.”

David cringed at mention of the contract and the reminder that Ash worked for him. Fuck. That was complicated. They’d have to talk about that if things went on like this… Whatever this was…

“I’m sorry,” Darlin rushed out the words, an edge of panic or maybe shame making them heavy. David didn’t like it.

Darlin pushed their chin down and tried to get their head straight. Fuck, this had all come out wrong.

The concert had gone so well and then that fan had basically attacked Davey and…and they’d completely snapped at Asher over it. They knew it wasn’t fair. What was he supposed to do other than exactly what he’d done? But it was David. Their David. They knew how much he didn’t like physical contact from strangers let alone anything like that but it was so much more than that, wasn’t it? They had known David had never been kissed, because if he had been they would have heard about it.

And really, what right did they have to be mad? Worried about how he felt, sure, yes, but mad?

Now David was pissed and he had every right to be. They’d fucked this up so bad. They’d known David had a crush on them for years. They couldn’t understand why, but they had known. They’d thought it was because he didn’t feel like he had other options, because they were the person closest to him, that he would get over it when he realized he could do so much better. And then it had become easy to leave it like that, to be so close and still not quite more than friends.

And then Quinn had happened. Darlin had never deserved someone like David, but maybe they’d deserved Quinn.

They tasted blood and gagged, suddenly hearing the crunch of their own bones under his knuckles.

“Oh shit,” they distantly heard Asher. He was jumping over the table just as David was rising, pushing forward toward them.

Darlin jerked back from that figure, coughing and bending an arm over their face, like they were just coughing into their elbow and not protecting their head from an attack.

David had been talking but he wasn’t sure they were hearing him. And then there was bright red on their lip, rolling down their chin, and they choked.

He was out of his seat and reaching for them, Asher going over the table to the side.

Darlin flinched back, bumping into the counter along the opposite side of the bus, their arm up. David froze, a wave of sick horror dragging through him and threatening to bring him right down to his knees.

Asher was there. He was at the sink next to them, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it. “Hey, you’re okay,” he said, loud and clear, like Darlin wasn’t right next to him. “Darlin?”

They dragged a few shaky breaths, coughing blood into their arm like they weren’t sure where it was coming from.

Asher moved slowly when he reached for them, so they’d see him coming, his hand wrapping firmly around their forearm and guiding it down. “You tore that lip. That’s all.” He pushed the wet cloth to their chin and lip.

Darlin hissed at the little pain it caused but blinked like they’d come back to themself.

“You’re okay,” Asher repeated. “It was a long day and you were stressed. I’m sorry I added to that.”

Darlin swallowed, grimacing at the taste. “No. I’m sorry. You didn’t… I’m sorry,” they lisped, talking into the cloth. Their gaze flicked to David and the naked distress there unlocked his limbs, allowing him to step closer to them. “I’m sorry,” Darlin said again.

“Here,” Asher handed him the washcloth and went back to the sink to grab another.

David cleaned up Darlin’s chin and then pressed it gently to the cut in their bottom lip again.

Asher was quick about wiping the blood splatter off their arm, like he was trying to get it done before they noticed it themself. And then the three of them were standing there, close, and no one seeming to know how to start again.

Asher was the first to move, taking a step back. “It’s my turn to shower… Don’t steal my sandwich,” he added to lighten things up before excusing himself.

David checked their lip, the blood slower now but still beading up. He pressed the cloth again.

When Asher was in the bathroom, David said softly, “You flinched.”

Darlin looked up at him. “I’m sor—”

“Don’t.” He shook his head. “Don’t apologize for that. I can’t… You know I wouldn’t hurt you, right?”

Darlin frowned, touching the back of his hand holding the washcloth to their lip. “Davey. I know.”

He sighed, relieved but still upset. It was tempting to just drop it, to drop everything just like they always did. But he didn’t want to do that anymore. He needed them to actually talk about stuff. “Darlin… You don’t get to decide who I kiss. You know that, right? I know you look out for me and I know you have to handle just about everything else in our life but that’s… That’s mine.”

Darlin nodded, something pained in their expression.

“What’s going on with you?” he whispered, afraid of the answer. “You’ve been…”

“So, you and Asher?”

“Don’t change the subject.”

“I’m not.”

“I like Asher,” David said, taking the cloth away to check that split in their lip again. It was red but it had stopped bleeding. Again, he could leave it at that, but there was something in the way they nodded, shoulders sagging. Why were they so bad at this? What would Asher do? “Like I like you.”

Darlin looked up at him. It wasn’t a surprise to them. He hadn’t really expected it to be. They must have always known. He’d assumed the reason they’d done nothing was because they weren’t interested. But he hadn’t done anything either.

“Why were you upset about the kiss?”

Darlin’s gaze flicked to his mouth and then back to his eyes.

He waited.

They dragged a shaky breath and looked away. “I care about you… and I like you. I shouldn’t have gotten so upset, but when that fan jumped on you… I just knew how uncomfortable you’d be and I was angry about what had happened… And then I definitely yelled at Ash about it… And then…” They snuck another look at him. “Was it a good kiss?”

David felt heat rise to his face. They were still standing so close that he wondered if they’d feel it. “Yeah. It was.”

Darlin actually relaxed a little, a small smile pulling at the corner of their mouth. “Good.”

Their hand was still on his, even though he wasn’t holding the washcloth to their lip anymore.

Darlin took another breath and let it out like a sigh, still smirking but tired and wistful. “I should have kissed you first.”

David’s heart swelled, his gaze dropping to the cut on their lip. “Probably would have busted that lip if you tried…” he said with a little smile.

Darlin smiled back, like they couldn’t help it. “Would have been worth it.” They looked down. “So, you and Ash…”

David touched the side of their neck and leaned in. It was the softest kiss possible, softer even than the first time Ash had kissed him. The last thing he wanted was to make that lip of theirs hurt any more than it already must, but he also couldn’t circle this anymore.

#redactedverse #redacted asmr #the bodyguard au #david's never been kissed #DASHLIN #david/asher/darlin #total au no magic #fanfic #<3 #dominimoonbeam #david/asher #david/darlin

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febreze-bottle-without-febreze · 1 year

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Tank/Darlin and Asher headcanons

I was going to post some ansty headcanons but I've had a change of heart after rewatching the Asher and Darlin video [Darlin They/he/it]

TW: cursing

Asher and Tank have four matching piercings

when Tank and Ash were in middle school they got suspended for starting a food fight the only reason they got caught was cause they started throwing food at people in class

These two are the reason Marie has grey hairs

every time these two hangout they make these drinks that taste like how you imagine battery acid to taste like and they'll chug it like it's nothing

Tank and Ash were in a band all throw high school

Tank did all of Ash's tattoos and piercings

they like watching people argue in public, they bring popcorn and everything

you can't leave these two alone together for too long you have to check on them once in a while, cause these two will start sharing brain cells and usually nothing good comes out of these two sharing brain cells

Tank: ya think I could build a sword

Ash: what?

Tank: I mean I know how to weld and I've built things out of metal before so how hard can it be

Ash: have you tried it before?

Tank: nope *long pause* yo ash want to help me build a sword

Ash: sure!

these two love dragging their mates into their dumb ideas

someone could be taking a cute picture and you look in the back to see Tank looking like something from hell, there's a pic of Baabe and Asher kissing, and right behind them is Tank with one glowing red eye setting something on fire with the biggest smile on his face

Wall Tank was in Washington Asher kept them up with the pack drama

Tank has nicknames for everyone in the Shaw and Keaton pack, Ash's is masher, no one really knows why out of any nickname Tank chose masher

Arden "ay Tank, I been meaning to ask why do you call ash masher"

Tank "do you remember that time when we were in college and someone dared ash to eat a dozen donuts at once so he mashed all the donuts together into some type of sandwich that was the size of a burger and it looked like he unhinged his jaw-like a fucking snake then preceded to eat the donut sandwich whole, no you don't cause I do." *stares into Arden's soul*

Ash, Tank, and Chrissy used to be a trio before ash became pack beta but Christain got kicked for obvious reasons

Christain may be Tank's friend but that didn't stop Tank from almost stumping his chest in for disrespecting ash

Tank had the biggest crush on Asher's mom when growing up and ash couldn't stand it

Asher was the only one who Tank really talk to well they were in Washington but they would text him the most random and out-of-pocket things

Tank: yo some asshole just ripped out my eye 😡

[m]Asher: which one, your good or bad eye?

Tank: wowww not even going to ask me if am okay if you really want to know it was my bad eye😒 *sends a pic of their eye*

[m]Asher: ewww🤢 have you tried putting it back in?

Tank: that's not how it works dumbass

[m]Asher: you don't know that

Tank: it didn't work.

Tank has been struck by lightning more than once and Ash has been there to witness it each time

#redacted asher #redacted tank #redacted darlin #redacted shaw pack #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted hc #redacted headcanons

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vanillaheartzxx · 1 year

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QUINN GOES AFTER DARLIN WHEN DAVID AND ASHER ARE ON THEIR HONEYMOONS. HEAR ME OUT:

listen. believe me i LOVE the idea that quinn will crash the wedding and fuck shit up, BUT i’m not sure he is stupid enough 😭 (along with i think they are most vulnerable at this time)

okay imagine. David and Asher are on their honeymoon right? like the bahamas or something idk but anyways TELL ME that’s isn’t the perfect time for quinn to like get them or whatever he’ll do. the alpha AND the beta of the Shaw Pack are gone (assuming they are going on a honeymoon and at the same time) but like if they are miles away who will help darlin’? besides like sam (and maybe some pack members ig) but to be fair i don’t know if quinn is after darlin in the first place, unless he somehow found out they were searching for him and then tried taking matter into his own hands to get them to fuck off.

BUT to be fair it might be pretty boring if the wolf boys weren’t there sooo still not exactly about this, but i want them to enjoy their wedding (they have gone through WAY too much 😭) and quinn would probably get jumped with the WHOLE pack there (lmao)

im just hungry for more darlin storyline they are my absolute fav <3 (i wanna hear what quinn sounds like as well)

ALSO i think it would be cool to get like a nightmare or flashback of quinn so we can see what their ‘relationship’ was like before he hurt darlin’s friend.

anyways that’s just my take but maybe quinn wants to be a drama queen and show up mid-vows

(help i was proofreading and i made it sound like ash and david were a couple 😭 totally keeping it though)

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted darlin #redacted david #redacted sam #redacted angel #redacted asher #redacted baabe #redacted shaw pack #redacted quinn

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spookysteddie · 4 months

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Call It What You Want

Modern!Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Influencer!reader

18+ Minors DNI

part two

cw: unsupportive parents, hint at mentally abusive mother, negative media attention, talk of sex tape, food mentions (they go on a dinner date), reader is in therapy. (Let me know if I missed anything)

wc: 2.8k

a/n: I've decided to make this a series that is loosely based off of reputation by Taylor swift. It literally all came to me in a dream last night lmao. If anyone has requests for these two and wants me to create lore pleeeeaaaseee request it. This is so fun for me!

...

Do not disturb was the best thing that could’ve ever been added to phones. Specifically because, without it, you would’ve gotten less sleep than you did (thanks to Eddie).

Your phone is filled with messages, emails from the press asking for comments and messages from your parents. You’re barely awake before checking the tabloids and, as expected, you and Eddie are the top headlines. Everyone has something to say about your escapades last night, videos of you at the concert, photos of you getting out of the car with him and videos from the club.

Social media influencer and rockstar Eddie Muson seen out together since miss Asher confessed her love for him

Good girl y/n Asher and Bad Boy Eddie Muson spotted together

Is y/n Asher going down a dark path?

Social Media influencer shedding her good girl image as she parties with Corroded Coffin

You knew there would be some drama associated with you partying with the band. You knew there would be fans who would be disappointed in you. You also knew there was a high possibility someone would have photos of you around little white lines, leading to some assumptions about you.

You didn’t care.

You check your parents texts next and your stomach drops.

Momma: What are you doing out with that man?! Do you know his reputation?

Papa: The last thing you need is your reputation being ruined! You will ruin your future if you continue with him.

The phone is taken out of your hand before you can respond to them, Eddie locking it and placing it behind you before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. He nuzzles his face into your neck, leaving light kisses on your bare skin.

“You shouldn’t read what those pricks have to say.” He continues to leave kisses along your skin, “most of them talk out of their asses and don’t understand.”

He’s right, of course you know that. You’ve had the most misogynistic shit written about you that you knew they would never write about the man behind you. You could smile weird and all of a sudden you’re the biggest cunt ever. You can never win.

You sigh, settling into his hold. It’s not that you care about your reputation, shit like that changes faster than the weather and it’s not worth it to stress about it. But also, this is your job and the last thing you need is to lose sponsorships because you’re fucking Eddie.

“I know. It’s just annoying cause no one is writing mean shit about you. It’s always about me and my life.”

He hums, “nothing like good old fashion misogyny.” He says it with a shit load of sarcasm, knowing misogyny is not a good thing at all. But it makes you giggle all the same.

“Wait!” You sit up, almost smacking him in the face with your head, “the poll! I wanna see it.”

He grins as he hands you your phone. You ignore your parents, deciding you’ll deal with them later, and open up instagram. You win by a landslide, 86% of your followers voted you as prettier.

Eddie laughs behind you. You turn to look at him, a huge grin on your face, “you owe me a date, Munson.”

His eyes fall to your lips, making you lean in a little closer, “hows tomorrow sound?”

“Perfect,” you whisper as you close the gap and kiss him.

…

You can’t avoid your parents by the time you get home. They’ve been calling you for hours (hours you spent tangled up with Eddie in his bed). You know for a fact that it’ll be worse if you continue to ignore them.

They answer within the first ring, “About time you called us back. We’ve been calling you for hours!”

“Yes, momma, I know. I was busy with Case and Anna.”

You hear her exasperated sigh from your mother, “yeah? For what? Cleaning up the mess you made last night?”

You’re trying to keep your composure, not wanting to yell at your mother, no matter how many times she made you feel horrible about any little decision you made. She was still your mother.

“Case and Anna knew about all of that. Ran it by them first like I’m supposed to do.”

Your mothers attitude only grows, “so what they just approved of you running around with someone known to do drugs? Are you doing drugs? So help me God, y/n, if I find out your doing drugs, I will fly out th-”

“Mom, I am not doing drugs. I went to his show, somewhere I’ve been before by the way, and then we went to a club. Which is something I do on the weekends anyway. I don’t see the big deal.”

You hear her huff, “don’t you dare give me attitude, little girl.” You hate when she calls you that. It’s been her little tool your entire life. She's done it to make you feel small, to make you feel insignificant and, try as you might, it gets to you.

“You better not be seen with him again, got it?”

You can feel the anger getting to you, “mom, I am 25 years old. I don’t need you to tell me who I can and cannot date. He was very respectful actually. Didn’t pressure me to do anything. Now, I have some things to film before tonight.” You hang up before she can say anything else, throwing your phone onto your vanity and running your hands down your face.

Hana clears her throat from where she’s leaning against the door frame. You know she heard that entire conversation. You’d told her when you got home everything, including your parents non-stop calling.

She hands you a coffee, made just how you like, “how was that?”

You take a slow sip, savoring the sweetness, “same old mom. Thinks I’m ruining my life and my reputation.”

“Well, do you think you’re ruining your life and reputation?”

This is one thing you love about Hana is she doesn’t baby you. Ever. She always allows you room to feel your feelings before she gives you her opinion. But she also makes sure you are able to give a name to what you’re feeling. And right now, you’re feeling frustrated.

“No. Hana, he was amazing. He was respectful and he always asked what I wanted. And god the sex was fantastic,” you sigh wistfully. “And we’re going out on a date tomorrow. Just him and I. And I was really excited but of course my mother likes to ruin everything.”

Hana sits on the chair next to the vanity, taking your hand, “Listen to me, if you have a good feelin’ about it, I say go for it. I didn’t get any strange feelings or vibes last night, the opposite really. Also, fuck a reputation. Taylor Swift’s was six feet in the ground and look at her now. Do what makes you happy.”

You can feel the tightness in your chest, backs of your eyes burning. All you can do is pull her into a bone crushing hug.

…

You’re pretty much over your mothers comments by the next night. Of course your therapist heard all the details and said, basically, exactly what Hana did. She also told me that I am an adult and I am more than able to make my own choices when it comes to things like drugs and alcohol.

She’s right of course.

And so, because of this realization that isn’t a realization, you keep the date with Eddie. In fact you’re more than excited to go. To see him again. You filmed all your content, posting the other nights ‘spend the day with me’ video you made.

You’ve even gained a shit ton of followers as well, most of them fans of the bands. Now, don’t get it twisted, the uptick in followers also means an uptick in hate comments and unfollows. You don’t care. Those people are entitled to follow whoever they want and the mean people clearly just have a lot going on in life. It comes with the territory.

Eddie, however, has texted you non stop and follows every single social media account you have. Even commenting on the videos and photos you posted. That got the press talking more and birthed a shit ton more butterflies into your belly.

Eddie didn’t give you much information on what this date would be. All he told you was to dress nice and bring a jacket because it’s ‘getting chilly and you can’t catch a cold.’ You tried explaining that’s not how colds work but he wasn’t having it. And so, you pick out one of your favorite dresses, short and black that makes your tits look killer, with stockings that snap onto a garter hidden under your dress. Of course you added a long trench coat just to keep you warm.

Eddie picks you up at 7pm on the dot, not a second later. Again, the bar is in hell because the fact that he is on time makes you want to kick your feet like a little girl. He looks delicious, dressed in his black jeans and a black button up. He grins when you open the door, the chilly night air tickling your legs.

“Give me a spin, Miss Asher,” he smiles.

He takes your hand, spinning you around a few times. Once semi quickly and once very slowly, drinking you in like he’s been in the desert for years. It’s kindling to the fire inside your heart, warming you from the inside out.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” He kisses your cheek, never letting go of your hand.

You can feel your entire body heat, a shudder wracking through you. “You’re beautiful too. So, so, pretty.”

You watch a blush tinge his cheeks, “no one has ever called me pretty to my face… and meant it.”

He opens the door to his car as he speaks, making sure you don’t hit your head getting in before running around to the other side and settling in the driver's seat.

“Well, for the record, I do mean it. I mean, who in the hell looks that gorgeous first thing in the morning?” You giggle as you say it, fiddling with the hem of your dress.

He takes your hand, squeezing it twice, “you.”

That makes you smile the entire way to the restaurant.

…

This is the most beautiful date you’ve ever been on.

Eddie had it all planned out perfectly. There was no press standing outside, waiting to take candid shots. He rented out the entire restaurant so that there would be no interruptions, just you and him and the small waitstaff. Flowers litter the floor, a small walkway leading to the table, a bottle of your favorite wine sitting in ice.

You smile, looking up at him with hearts in your eyes. He can feel his heart racing, scared you aren’t going to like it or it’s too much or he’s scared you away. It feels like it’s forever before you answer him. “This is beautiful, Eddie. You didn’t… you didn’t have to do all this. But it’s so appreciated.”

He gives you a swift kiss, his heart feeling like it’s going to burst, “you deserve it. You deserve to feel appreciated and cared for.”

“Well, that is exactly how I feel right now.”

Eddie pulls out your chair, letting you sit before he takes his own. The candles on the table flicker, casting Eddie in the most beautiful glow ever. He’s radiant, beautiful, and you don’t know how anyone could hate him. You felt like you could see his soul when he looks at you, kind, sweet, angelic.

The waiter interrupts your thoughts, introducing himself and pouring the wine. And once all the food is ordered, it’s just you and Eddie. Suddenly, you’re nervous.

“Did you have a good day yesterday?” You cringe slightly at the generic question. You’d talked to him all day yesterday between filming and his studio time. Releasing a new album takes a lot of time, more time than more people would think.

“It was good. I feel like we finally have the sound we’re going for nailed down. S’gonna be similar to what we always do, of course. But I felt like, based off the songs we wrote, we needed a more,” he sipped his wine, thinking about how to describe the sound. “... sensual sound. Sexy if you will.”

You giggle a little, “so you basically wrote about your groupies.” You’re joking, of course, not really caring about the people who came before you. Kind of.

He raises his brows, shaking his head, “no. I actually spent most of yesterday rewriting the songs I wrote. Not all of them, but a good few.”

“Oh! So did you record at all yesterday?” Again, it’s a generic question, but you’re genuinely interested in the process and how his mind works.

He nods, “we did! It’s fucking thrilling to get what’s in my brain into actual art. I can’t believe I get to do this for a job.”

Eddie's eyes practically sparkle as he talks about how exciting his job is. You love to see it, honestly. It’s the same look he gets when he’s on stage, fans screaming and singing the songs he wrote back to him. You can imagine that’ll get someone real high.

He interrupts your thoughts, “can I ask you a question?”

You freeze, stomach falling to your ass. It’s never good when someone starts off like that. You grab your wine trying to hide your shaking hands, “yes of course!”

“To me, it feels like there is something missing in a few of the songs. I’m pretty sure it’s y-your voice,” his stutter makes you feel a little better inside. He’s nervous. “So I was wondering if you’d wanna record some things with me?”

“Eddie, I can’t sing.”

He smirks because you didn’t say no. “You don’t have to. I just need your voice. For the record, when I say record some things with me I don’t mean like sex videos… unless you’re into that.” You both laugh at how ridiculous he is, but a small pulse between your thighs tells you that you might be into making a little movie for just you and him.

“While sex videos could be fun, that shit is so scary. Anyone can hack into whatever we use and boom… careers over. As for my voice, absolutely. I’m honored actually.” And you are. To have your voice be on something forever is so fucking cool. Of course, the internet is forever, but to you, it’s different when it’s music.

“One more question…”

You nod, motioning for him to continue.

“Can I use your moans in a song?”

You nearly choke on your wine, eyes going wide. “My-my moans? Like from when we have sex?”

“Mhm. They are so fucking beautiful, baby. As much as I want to keep every part of you for myself, your moans would fit perfectly in this one song I have.”

You have to be 50 shades of fucked up because you’re actually fucking touched that he thinks that part of you is pretty enough to put in his music. No one has to know if they’re real or not. And you don’t even have to answer the questions if anyone asks if it’s you.

You laugh, shaking your head, “you, Eddie Munson, are crazy. I’m here for it but do you think your fans will like it? I don’t want you to do this just because we fucked the other night. I like you and you don’t have to put my anything in songs to get me to stick around. I don’t just like you because you make music.”

He looks a little stunned, almost like he doesn’t believe you. “I… you don’t have to lie, baby. I mean, fuck, I’m not trying to call you a liar. I just am not used to people liking me as me. Usually they just want me because then it’s like a bragging thing. Not that, that’s what you are here for. Fuck, I am really fucking this up.” He rubs the back of his neck, his other hand clenched.

You grab that hand, forcing yours into it and rubbing your thumb on his wrist, “I understand what you mean, Eddie. I’m not offended. But I mean what I said. I’m not here to further my career. I’m here because I’ve had a sickening crush on you for years. My poor friends have had to listen to me go on and on about it.” You laugh, feeling your face heat as you confess all this to him.

“Really?” He looks like a boy, big, brown puppy eyes staring up at you.

You nod, “really. Hana was ready to throw me a party because I finally got a date with you.”

He laughs, the sound loud and from his belly.

You decide right then that you will do whatever it takes to keep him forever.

#stranger things #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things fic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x female reader #modern!rockerstar!eddie munson x influencer!fem!reader #Eddie Munson imagine #eddie munson x you #corroded coffin #stranger things au

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glambyk · 7 months

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Seriously… All American is so disappointing.

When I first started watching, it was interesting seeing Spencer plucked from the hood into this new rich lifestyle during junior year. Seeing him try to stay true to self, yet also try to fit in knowing that it would help him in the grand scheme to achieve his dreams. He had flaws (anger and abandonment issues) due to his dad. Friends in the gang lifestyle that triggered his savior complex. Watching his personal growth and rebuilds along the road to his dream is the draw.

Then I was captivated by Olivia’s story. This rich girl who is out of rehab is home and her “friends” are not talking to her or hanging out with her. She’s got this trauma and just wants to find herself and be happy. Olivia and Spencer immediately bonding worked great. They both could be “annoying” in a teen angst way, and it was kinda cool seeing their characters intentionally relax with each other. I wanted to see Olivia genuinely win, fight for what she wanted and get to that place of peace.

Then Jordan should’ve been a good build up. He’s the star at school, on the field, and at home. Then here comes this new guy his dad is falling all over and treating better than him. Jordan started self sabotaging due to his father’s terrible parenting. Like that man really paid his son dust and replaced him with a stranger with no regard to his (or Olivia’s) feelings. Then he finally builds a brotherhood with Spencer, but problems with his dad just kept festering.

Spencer, Olivia, and Jordan were set up perfectly to carry the weight of the show IF DONE RIGHT. Then Billy is next, since he’s responsible for bringing everyone together. Instead, there are still unresolved, half baked plots with these characters. The side characters though have had increasing screen time with recycled dialogue, stories, and unbelievable scenarios. There isn’t any fun drama, silly episode tropes, holiday specials, lived in moments/events, steady timelines, or even any lasting positivity. What we do have is doom, gloom, dry, dragging, pointless plots:

Like why is Asher a coach freshman year? Why am I in Jayme’s family drama? Why is JJ now an alcoholic? Why does Layla have her own record label with a consistently failing artist lineup (still didn’t realize she loved the business that much)? Why is Coop…? Why are Patience’s characteristics completely different with no rhyme or reason? Why do I know Preach has a child?

#all american #spelivia #spencer james #olivia baker #jordan baker

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autisticempathydaemon · 5 months

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Busybee my dear, hello from a fellow queer trans asain! i would love a matchup if its not too much trouble for you :3c

What song are you currently fixated on?

Oh my god, my friends and I have recently started making monthly playlists and it’s one of my favourite things to do; just curate a playlist over the course of a month!! currently its a load of fnaf living tombstone music BUT I’ve also been obsessed with The Distance by Cake? As a drummer, i absolutely adore the bass of this song!! Or Super Bon Bon by Soul Coughing has also some absolutely amazing drums!! Apart from that, I’m generally in love with everything Crane Wives BUT particularly for this month, the song Back to the Ground is so delicious!!I would put my fave lyrics but then i might have to transcribe the whole song lol. Just- the entire vibe and meaning of the song is so good (like most every crane wives song ill be honest)

Enneagram type?

Oof oh i havent done thay quiz in a hot minute but last i checked i was a 9w1 which definitely speaks to my lazy ass lol. I’m also an INFP?? I’m also a huge DND nerd so I have taken the alignment quiz and im chaotic good id that helps in any way HAHAH!!!

favourite Redacted audio?

100% the whole of avior and starlights playlist. absolutely devastating. i had to pause the playlist several times and lie down for a minute because i was so absolutely insane abt them. i love them so deeply. I’m definitely more drawn to the more plot heavy characters and arcs as compared to like ashers or davids which is more like cute couple moments (not that they dont have plot but its like. ashers playlist vs marcus’s ykyk) but that being said my favourite video of all time is probably elliots HBS video!! He is my favourite boy i will not lie i am so utterly obsessed with him and i would absolutely write pages upon pages abt why i love him and why his character is so my favourite for the ever.

fave platonic boy?

ASHER !! OR GUY!! I love silly dudes and they are peak silly boys. honestly i could see myself being best buds with Guy because we’re both so dirty minded and very clingy silly?? but there are also aspects where i would balance him out, like while i do love being chaotic i also understand the importance of just stfu and being silent every once in a while so i thunk there wld be times where there ARE shenanigans but also times where hes rambling my ears off and i can just sit. and listen. And I do love the hc that Guy plays DND and now i can absolutely imagine us playing dnd together OR binging dnd playthroughs. AND for asher, I feel like i wouldve had a crush on him because hes so like silly but also hes such an absolute sweetheart darling and hes so endearing that u just cant help but love him yk? but it wld be one of those friendship crushes that just means we end up being super close.

what gets the big boy a-snoozin?

anythin thay involved peoples voices. like straight up listenin to people talk absolutely sends me straight to dream land asap!! its kinda specific though like, if its a podcast? I can’t listen to those. the voice quality just sounds different from like a video of someone talking?? to me at least. And i can only fall asleep to videos of people talking (which is lowkey how. i got into boyfriend audios in the first place. amen insomnia). so now i have a sleepin playlist that consists of boyfriend (and girlfriend) audios, video essays about SCP’s and internet drama (shoutout to the right opinion) and also dnd playthroughs!

do u like long form video essays??

I LOVE VIDEO ESSAYS ABOUT SCP’S. i put them on when i cook!! I love ones that just talk abt the SCPs cause some are truly mind boggling and world shattering! I also listen to video essays abt youtuber drama because im not better then that and also a lot of them have quite impressive video editing!

Imaginary friends?

I think as someone who started watching horror movies at a very young age and is also super obsessed with horror movies/books now, i fully believe that if you had a imaginary friend as a child, you’re absolutely cursed and haunted and u need to be exorcised asap. (/j) no my parents were always super realistic with me and told me point blank that santa wasnt real, imaginary friends were only for mentally ill kids, and the only real big guy is the big boy in the sky. so. no imaginary friends BUT i did and still have a teddy bear (very creatively named bear bear) and i used to cry when i lost him.

i think thats it! i hope. thats enoigh haha. oh, some extra stuff abt me! I love cookin food, it’s very fun if not incredibly tiring, plus im perpetually broke, so tryin to cook up my favourite restaurant meals is also fun! I love drinks too (firm believer that every meal NEEDS to have a drink to accompany it) i’m a particularly huge fan of bubble tea (before it was cool ok) i did try to make my own bubble tea but it got really time consuming and not worth it. i love collecting plushies, i have about 10 in my room and yes they absolutely trigger my sinus but its so worth it. i love gamin and one of my first big boy buys was a gamin PC that i used to play Stray, Sims, Minecraft and most recently, FNAF! please pray i save up enough to get BG3. ٩( ᐛ )و

ok now thats really enough! thank you for this!! even if u dont get round to doin a matchup for me, thanks for lettin me ramble abt my interests :3 the questions are actually so fun hehe <333

Oh, I really like you. Not just because you gave me a lot of info to go on but because you and I have so much in common! Us queer, trans, Asian Type Nines have to stick together which is why I’m so pleased to pair you with Lasko.

I know I say this all the time, but it’s the perfect amount of similarities and differences that make a good pair in my opinion. I think your shared love of DnD, your introversion, your queer trans identity (because Lasko is queer and a whole allegory for a trans childhood, bless his heart) would be a great foundation for a solid relationship. Yet, it’s the differences that bring the spark like your love of horror where he would be squeamish or your chaotic good to his lawful.

I have such clear snapshots in my head of what your relationship would be like; if only I were an artist. You remind me of @itsdaifuku’s lovely piece of Dear as a guitarist and Lasko watching, starstruck, from the crowd; that would be you but as the drummer. I also love to imagine the two of you in the kitchen: you cooking, him mindlessly grading papers, an SCP video on, and Lasko looking up aghast when he finally tunes into what you’ve both been listening to.

Song:

I mean she even cooks me pancakes/ And Alka Seltzer when my tummy aches/ If that ain't love then I don't know what love is/ We even got a secret handshake/ And she loves the music that my band makes/ I know I'm young but if I had to choose her or the sun/ I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun

Sorry but not sorry, I’ve projected and given Lasko my elder emo taste in music. It’s cute, it’s iconic, and he’d know all the words- shyly, sheepishly joining in if you start rapping along with it as you cook. I like to imagine 2000’s emo music brings out a silly, karaoke-esque exuberance in Lasko, and then you could be silly together.

Runner-ups:

Milo is one of your runner-ups because (and I know I say this all the time too) it’s so fun to pair that scaredy-wolf with a horror buff. Everything he’s learned about SCPs has been against his will and because he loves you. Hudson is a runner-up because I’m obsessed with pairing musicians with DJ Anxiety; he’d love you and your drumming so much.

note: thank you so much for waiting 💕 I’m glad you had fun!

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

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